A golden rule: to leave an incomplete image of oneself.

That history just unfolds, independently of a specified direction, of a goal, no one is willing to admit.

To think is to take a cunning revenge in which we camouflage our baseness and conceal our lower instincts.

If a man has not, by the time he is thirty, yielded to the fascination of every form of extremism—I don't know whether he is to be admired or scorned, regarded as a saint or a corpse.

My mission is to suffer for all those who suffer without knowing it. I must pay for them, expiate their unconsciousness, their luck to be ignorant of how unhappy they are.

The source of our actions resides in an unconscious propensity to regard ourselves as the center, the cause, and the conclusion of time. Our reflexes and our pride transform into a planet the parcel of flesh and consciousness we are.

Tolerance - the function of an extinguished ardor - tolerance cannot seduce the young.